đ Oceans Donât Clean. They Absorb.
đ Oceans Donât Clean. They Absorb.
You call it washing away.
I call it taking in.
Nothing disappears out here.
It just changes pressure.
Changes depth.
Changes how long it plans to stay.
Currents donât erase mistakesâ
they memorize them.
They carry fragments across hemispheres,
stitching histories together with salt and time.
What sinks doesnât vanish.
It settles.
Layer by layer.
Like sediment learning patience.
You poured excess into me
and mistook my size for forgiveness.
But volume isnât mercy.
Itâs capacity.
Every spill becomes instruction.
Every plastic thread becomes a timeline.
Every chemical learns how to wait.
I donât scrub myself clean.
I integrate.
The surface looks calm
because the work happens below sight.
Because digestion isnât spectacle.
Because absorption is quiet.
You watch waves and think renewal.
You donât hear the weight beneath them.
I am not a reset button.
I am a ledger.
And I am still counting.
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